Zayn Malik, a worldwide known model runs every year for the SavagexFenty runway, much to his fiancé's delight, singer Harry Styles. But this year Harry is needed to sing to the show. Enjoy!
The drawing is by Sandra!(@lovingityeah)
Harry
"Wake up babe" I Whispered, slowly stroking my fiancé's cheek, smiling as his eyes squinted open. I kissed the tip of his nose chuckling when he scrunched it. "Today is the big day, and both you and I need to rehearse since this year I'm going to have to do the singing." I looked at him when I received no answer only to find him eyes closed again. I grunted. Lazy fuck.
"ZAYN!" I yelled, making him jump up as he put a hand over his chest glaring daggers at me. "Wouldn't have happened if you woke up the first 20times." I shrugged. "Okay I'm leaving do whatever you please, wake up, stay in bed, don't care. I'm going to rehearsal, see you later." I got up, only for him to pull me back down on the bed. He clung to my body like a baby koala as he hid his face in the crook of my neck making me giggle as his hair tickled me. "Let go Zayn I really gotta go."
"Can I come with you? Pretty please?" He asked, voice muffled. I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Hurry up. 20minutes, not a second more." He nodded eagerly, pecking my lips before running to the bathroom almost tripping over his own feet. My clumsy baby. How hilarious, the most famous model trips over his feet at home but never on runways. I yawned deciding to take out my phone to pass time. I went on Twitter looking at my feed and cooed as I saw an adorable drawing of Zayn as a kitten, immediately liking it.
I quickly went over to Instagram, Twitter is fun but it's not really my thing anymore, too complicated sometimes. The app opened up as thousands of notifications popped up. I went straight over to the direct messages, one of my favorite things to do, interact with my supporters.
I smiled as I opened one of the message, the person was just wishing Zayn and I a good day and saying that she loved us. I wrote back that we were doing well, hoped she was as-well and that we loved her. I sent and chuckled as she immediately answered with letters splattered in caps something like "OMGSGSHEKWBZJSBSJXB".
I opened up few other messages but frowned as I saw a message from Melissa (Lizzo), she has my number why does she texts me on there? I opened it up and laughed as I discovered the meme she sent me.
A picture of Zayn with his brows furrowed and arms crossed and above him read "when people say that you don't deserve Harry but you're making bigger checks so it should be the other way around." I liked the post and replied to her by saying "I hate you! You need to stop making fun of me" I then went on Snapchat and took a picture of my face and wrote "rehearsal time" before posting it in my story right as I heard the bathroom door click open.
"Tadam! All done!" He exclaimed, doing a 360 for me to admire his attire. I bit my lips looking at his bum trapped in his tight jeans and his abs visible due to the fluffy red cropped hoodie he wore. He decided to let his hair without any product, his curls a little bit all over the place. The cutest. But one thing caught my eyes, he had on mascara and a glittery lip gloss. Fuck so pretty and all mine, I thought.
I quickly got up before my emotions could go south and grabbed his hand, walking outside to our black Range Rover Evoque II. Zayn had begged me to buy this car and of course I did, anything to make my baby happy. I opened the door for him and closed it afterwards getting on the driver seat.
"Ready?" I asked looking over to him he nodded and I couldn't resist as I kissed his plump glossy glittery lips. He pushed me away with a whine.
"Babe I already told you don't kiss me when I have my lipgloss! Especially my gloss bomb!" He huffed as he took the infamous gloss out of his pocket. I huffed.
